The Housewife's Return To Her Alluring Prime - Chapter 73: Chapter 73
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Jared's expression froze for a moment. My question had really struck a nerve.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned to look out the window and didn't joke around with me anymore.
Someone had already taken care of the plane tickets, and Jared was sitting in the VIP lounge, pulling out his phone to reply to messages.
I had my work to keep me busy now.
It wasn't like before, when every time he got busy, I just felt like I had nothing to do, always hoping he'd spare a moment to talk to me, or that he'd need something I could help with.
My phone was full of work emails waiting for me. The hotel renovation was moving fast, and I was sure it wouldn't be long before we'd get to see the place completely transformed.
I was busy typing away on my phone when Jared suddenly asked, "We're boarding soon. How much longer?"
I glanced at the time, put my phone down, and followed him onto the plane.
Upon watching his tall, lean figure ahead of me, a wave of emotions welled up inside me.
Maybe people really did need to keep themselves busy, instead of making someone their whole world.
In all six years of my marriage to Jared, this was actually the very first time we'd gone anywhere with just the two of us.
Before this, no matter where we went, Yvonne always had to come along.
As soon as I got on the plane, I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. Jared looked like he wanted to say something, but I just didn't want to hear it.
The flight wasn't long, but just as we were about to land, we hit some really bad weather. It looked like a tornado had hit Gordezin.
The plane was shaking and bouncing all over the place, and everyone on board was screaming.
I felt like I was about to die, so I just grabbed onto the armrests as tightly as I could, trying to push that feeling down.
Jared seemed scared, too. His face was a little pale, and in the middle of all the shaking, he suddenly turned to look at me. I couldn't help but glance back at him.
"It's okay. Don't be scared," Jared said, thinking I was too scared to speak. Maybe I looked pretty pale too, because he suddenly reached out and grabbed my fingers.
I yanked my hand away, curling it into a fist, not wanting him to touch me.
Jared's eyes widened in surprise. That feeling of almost dying made me remember my previous life.
Even before my final moments, Jared hadn't held my hand to see me off. This was just a bit of turbulence. I needed his comfort even less now.
Thankfully, after all that turbulence, we still landed safely and soundly at Showtown International Airport.
I didn't know if it was because I pulled my hand away on the plane, but Jared stayed silent the rest of the way.
I ignored him. As soon as we got to the hotel, I turned to Jared and said, "I want to go out and look around by myself. Is that alright with you?"
"Whatever," Jared said coldly, still clearly upset. His words didn't match his usual calm demeanor.
"Fine." I turned and flagged down a taxi. As I got in, I saw Jared still standing at the hotel entrance, his eyes fixed on me.
Showtown was a modern, international city, bursting with innovation, a vibrant multicultural vibe, and booming growth.
As I sat in the taxi, aimlessly drifting between towering skyscrapers, I suddenly remembered the city's most iconic saying. "Here in Showtown, if you come here, you're one of us."
This modern, open-minded city might just be a paradise for anyone chasing their dreams.
Eventually, I found myself at Showtown Bay. I'd heard it was a place as picturesque as a poem, the kind of spot that made people never want to leave.
The sun blazed warmly overhead, the sea breeze was intoxicating, and as I wandered alone, my mind felt clear and free.
In my previous life, I never had this kind of mindset. Even with wealth and leisure, I was always tangled up in social niceties and the messiness of love, too afraid to open my heart and embrace a whole new world.
Now, I simply open my hands, letting everything come, and letting everything go.
With nothing weighing on my mind, I felt light as air, and the beauty before me was all the more mesmerizing.
I sat on a chair, tree shadows swaying gently around me.
Suddenly, someone stepped into the sunlight, half-blocking it. I half-squinted up, feeling a little annoyed.
"Ms. Murphy, here by yourself?" A deep, pleasant voice sounded almost dreamlike to me.
My eyes widened again and again, and as they adjusted to the light, I finally realized that Nathan was standing right in front of me.
"Nathan?" I still felt like he wasn't real. It wasn't until he sat down beside me, the chair giving a gentle wobble, that it finally sank in.
"Sorry, I followed you," Nathan said. The first thing he did was actually explain himself.
"How did you even manage to follow me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
Nathan just gave me a mysterious smile and stayed silent, tilting his head back to gaze at the shifting shadows in the trees above us.
"Bye, I'll be going now," I said, making it clear I wasn't going to make this easy for him.
Suddenly, Nathan reached out and grabbed my hand. His touch sent a jolt through me, and no matter how hard I tried to pull away, I couldn't break free. With a bit of force, he pulled me right back down into my seat.
"Ms. Murphy, do you know why I decided to work with Mr. Holcomb?" Nathan's voice was so soft it almost felt like a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him.
Nathan's clear eyes, like glowing amber, were impossibly beautiful.
Feeling a little embarrassed under my gaze, Nathan looked away and let out a soft laugh. "Of course, it's because of you.
"I couldn't think of any other way to get closer to you. And then, Mr. Holcomb needed a settlement system, and my company just happened to develop one. Everything just fell into place."
By the end, his voice had grown a bit hoarse. Then, he said softly, "Back then, you gave me 250 thousand dollars to pay off my family's debts and help bury my grandmother.
"You saved me from hitting rock bottom. What I owe you is so much more than that."
Suddenly, memories from my previous life flickered through my mind. I vaguely remembered the charity sending me some photos to update me on the people I'd helped.
In one of them, there was a thin figure bowing at the doorway, while someone else was lifting a coffin out of the house.
I whipped my head around to look at Nathan, realizing that in my previous life, I had seen him before, too, but all I ever saw was his back as he bowed there.
"You know, most people in this world are still good at heart," I said with a gentle smile, trying to comfort him. "Anyway, let's not bring up the past anymore.
"I believe your grandmother is watching over you from above—she can see everything you've achieved, and I know she'd be proud of you."
"Yeah, I think my grandmother would want to see me get married, have kids, build my career, and start a family," Nathan said, his deep gaze fixed intently on me.
I've been around the block. I knew exactly what that look in his eyes meant.
Honestly, innocent guys were the most dangerous flirts. Just those eyes, saying everything and nothing at once, were enough to send my heart into chaos.
I said vaguely, trying to keep things light, "Don't get too caught up in this. You really shouldn't set your hopes on someone who's already married."
But Nathan's voice was unusually resolute. "Sooner or later, you're going to get a divorce, aren't you?"
'Whoa, what's with this guy and that kind of confidence?' I thought, startled. 'Is he reading my mind or something?'
"The whole company's been buzzing about Mr. Holcomb and Tracy. Don't tell me you really don't know," Nathan said, his voice full of wounded grievance, looking so pitiful it almost made one want to comfort him.
"You really know how to hit a sore spot." I shot him a glare, but he just looked back at me, his eyes full of concern and heartache.
My fingers tightened around the armrest as I gave him my answer. "Yeah, you got it. Sooner or later, I'm going to divorce him."
Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned to look out the window and didn't joke around with me anymore.
Someone had already taken care of the plane tickets, and Jared was sitting in the VIP lounge, pulling out his phone to reply to messages.
I had my work to keep me busy now.
It wasn't like before, when every time he got busy, I just felt like I had nothing to do, always hoping he'd spare a moment to talk to me, or that he'd need something I could help with.
My phone was full of work emails waiting for me. The hotel renovation was moving fast, and I was sure it wouldn't be long before we'd get to see the place completely transformed.
I was busy typing away on my phone when Jared suddenly asked, "We're boarding soon. How much longer?"
I glanced at the time, put my phone down, and followed him onto the plane.
Upon watching his tall, lean figure ahead of me, a wave of emotions welled up inside me.
Maybe people really did need to keep themselves busy, instead of making someone their whole world.
In all six years of my marriage to Jared, this was actually the very first time we'd gone anywhere with just the two of us.
Before this, no matter where we went, Yvonne always had to come along.
As soon as I got on the plane, I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. Jared looked like he wanted to say something, but I just didn't want to hear it.
The flight wasn't long, but just as we were about to land, we hit some really bad weather. It looked like a tornado had hit Gordezin.
The plane was shaking and bouncing all over the place, and everyone on board was screaming.
I felt like I was about to die, so I just grabbed onto the armrests as tightly as I could, trying to push that feeling down.
Jared seemed scared, too. His face was a little pale, and in the middle of all the shaking, he suddenly turned to look at me. I couldn't help but glance back at him.
"It's okay. Don't be scared," Jared said, thinking I was too scared to speak. Maybe I looked pretty pale too, because he suddenly reached out and grabbed my fingers.
I yanked my hand away, curling it into a fist, not wanting him to touch me.
Jared's eyes widened in surprise. That feeling of almost dying made me remember my previous life.
Even before my final moments, Jared hadn't held my hand to see me off. This was just a bit of turbulence. I needed his comfort even less now.
Thankfully, after all that turbulence, we still landed safely and soundly at Showtown International Airport.
I didn't know if it was because I pulled my hand away on the plane, but Jared stayed silent the rest of the way.
I ignored him. As soon as we got to the hotel, I turned to Jared and said, "I want to go out and look around by myself. Is that alright with you?"
"Whatever," Jared said coldly, still clearly upset. His words didn't match his usual calm demeanor.
"Fine." I turned and flagged down a taxi. As I got in, I saw Jared still standing at the hotel entrance, his eyes fixed on me.
Showtown was a modern, international city, bursting with innovation, a vibrant multicultural vibe, and booming growth.
As I sat in the taxi, aimlessly drifting between towering skyscrapers, I suddenly remembered the city's most iconic saying. "Here in Showtown, if you come here, you're one of us."
This modern, open-minded city might just be a paradise for anyone chasing their dreams.
Eventually, I found myself at Showtown Bay. I'd heard it was a place as picturesque as a poem, the kind of spot that made people never want to leave.
The sun blazed warmly overhead, the sea breeze was intoxicating, and as I wandered alone, my mind felt clear and free.
In my previous life, I never had this kind of mindset. Even with wealth and leisure, I was always tangled up in social niceties and the messiness of love, too afraid to open my heart and embrace a whole new world.
Now, I simply open my hands, letting everything come, and letting everything go.
With nothing weighing on my mind, I felt light as air, and the beauty before me was all the more mesmerizing.
I sat on a chair, tree shadows swaying gently around me.
Suddenly, someone stepped into the sunlight, half-blocking it. I half-squinted up, feeling a little annoyed.
"Ms. Murphy, here by yourself?" A deep, pleasant voice sounded almost dreamlike to me.
My eyes widened again and again, and as they adjusted to the light, I finally realized that Nathan was standing right in front of me.
"Nathan?" I still felt like he wasn't real. It wasn't until he sat down beside me, the chair giving a gentle wobble, that it finally sank in.
"Sorry, I followed you," Nathan said. The first thing he did was actually explain himself.
"How did you even manage to follow me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
Nathan just gave me a mysterious smile and stayed silent, tilting his head back to gaze at the shifting shadows in the trees above us.
"Bye, I'll be going now," I said, making it clear I wasn't going to make this easy for him.
Suddenly, Nathan reached out and grabbed my hand. His touch sent a jolt through me, and no matter how hard I tried to pull away, I couldn't break free. With a bit of force, he pulled me right back down into my seat.
"Ms. Murphy, do you know why I decided to work with Mr. Holcomb?" Nathan's voice was so soft it almost felt like a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him.
Nathan's clear eyes, like glowing amber, were impossibly beautiful.
Feeling a little embarrassed under my gaze, Nathan looked away and let out a soft laugh. "Of course, it's because of you.
"I couldn't think of any other way to get closer to you. And then, Mr. Holcomb needed a settlement system, and my company just happened to develop one. Everything just fell into place."
By the end, his voice had grown a bit hoarse. Then, he said softly, "Back then, you gave me 250 thousand dollars to pay off my family's debts and help bury my grandmother.
"You saved me from hitting rock bottom. What I owe you is so much more than that."
Suddenly, memories from my previous life flickered through my mind. I vaguely remembered the charity sending me some photos to update me on the people I'd helped.
In one of them, there was a thin figure bowing at the doorway, while someone else was lifting a coffin out of the house.
I whipped my head around to look at Nathan, realizing that in my previous life, I had seen him before, too, but all I ever saw was his back as he bowed there.
"You know, most people in this world are still good at heart," I said with a gentle smile, trying to comfort him. "Anyway, let's not bring up the past anymore.
"I believe your grandmother is watching over you from above—she can see everything you've achieved, and I know she'd be proud of you."
"Yeah, I think my grandmother would want to see me get married, have kids, build my career, and start a family," Nathan said, his deep gaze fixed intently on me.
I've been around the block. I knew exactly what that look in his eyes meant.
Honestly, innocent guys were the most dangerous flirts. Just those eyes, saying everything and nothing at once, were enough to send my heart into chaos.
I said vaguely, trying to keep things light, "Don't get too caught up in this. You really shouldn't set your hopes on someone who's already married."
But Nathan's voice was unusually resolute. "Sooner or later, you're going to get a divorce, aren't you?"
'Whoa, what's with this guy and that kind of confidence?' I thought, startled. 'Is he reading my mind or something?'
"The whole company's been buzzing about Mr. Holcomb and Tracy. Don't tell me you really don't know," Nathan said, his voice full of wounded grievance, looking so pitiful it almost made one want to comfort him.
"You really know how to hit a sore spot." I shot him a glare, but he just looked back at me, his eyes full of concern and heartache.
My fingers tightened around the armrest as I gave him my answer. "Yeah, you got it. Sooner or later, I'm going to divorce him."
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